Meanwhile, at the Hall of Justice...

This is just something to tack onto today's earlier post.  The title just came to mind... and I always liked that guy's voice on the old "Superfriends" cartoon.  A guy's voice can make or break the deal.  In a way, I wish I could hear the voices of certain Xanga friends of mine, but then would that take away something of the fun of this site?  Thank God Jason is not some lisping queen.  He's not uber-butch either.  'Course, your's truly doesn't fall into either catagory either...except when I first wake up, I sound so manly.  And if I get celery wrapped around my vocal chords.  I drop about 5 octaves...I could either do phone sex or be the next Barry White impersonator.  Not that I don't already.  Impersonate Barry that is.  Cristie will howl over this.  But I'm getting away from my point.

Just got done playing with my camera.  Someday when the house is clean enough, I'll treat you to a photo tour.

This is my "new" reading corner.  Someone once told me the official name of the satelite dish chair, but I can't remember.

Anatomic can keep his antiques, these are my pride & joys.

Yeah, I know...I'm such a dork.  But I love myself.  And speaking of things I love....